When I gave him my heart,
He took it.
Wholly.
Gladly.
Without grace.
When he gave his heart to another…
He kept my love.
Taking it back hurts,
But leaving it with him,
Hurts more.
When his heart broke,
I felt it break.
Wholly.
Openly.
Without shame.
When he saw my love,
Past in time and space,
He gave into the suffering,
That once had my life,
And earned a seat beside me.
Our love transcends the known,
I sit with it filling up,
everything that it took.
I am empty,
But for this love.
I hate him still.
I love him still.
I beg for the still,
To be still,
For my heart, to beat still.
Stillness,
Come for my life.
Stillness, bleak stillness,
Find me here,
And take me home.